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[yanderedere]

WHO: Ivan and Ludwig (And anyone else who can knock politely after consulting us both, I'm sure)
TONE: Generally lighthearted with an air of frustration lingering about
RATING: G-PG (Despite the icon's implications. XD)
WHEN: Saturday, September 24; evening
WHERE: Ivan's office
WHAT: General practicing of Russian so Ludwig doesn't lose the language

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[healernotnanny]

Ludwig was quite nervous. He'd only met Ivan once and briefly, and his main impressions of the man had been that he was large and quiet. Both of those things worried him - the largeness for obvious reasons, and the soft-spokenness because it was the quieter speakers he had the most trouble understanding. The barrier between comprehension worsened when the other wasn't speaking German (not that he knew anyone who spoke German quietly).

[safe assumption being that all "spoken" words are in Russian]

[yanderedere]

The meeting itself almost began in disaster, as Ivan was two steps from venturing out of the very room he'd holed himself up in, perhaps to locate Ludwig, should he not quite know which odd tower or other his office was in, or perhaps for some other odd reason, but whatever it was, it didn't matter as soon as the door was opened and one further step would have had Ivan crashing headlong into the German.

"Comrade, why are you looking so worried?"

...What kind of greeting was that? And that infernal curse hadn't been lifted yet, so it came out in some sort of half-singsong tone. And here he hadn't wanted to come off as condescending.

Re: [safe assumption being that all "spoken" words are in Russian]

[healernotnanny]

He started to see Ivan appear so quickly (and still so quiet). "I ...apologize - I was ...just ...considering something. How are you?" He had to fumble for the words (it was easier, when he was writing, he had all the time in the world to think up the word, the awkward pauses mid-sentence weren't as obvious). "M-may I ...come in?"

[yanderedere]

"I am fine... and you?" Not a word was said of the fumbling for words, the conversation being carried relatively naturally from Ivan's end, if his lilt had a twinge of annoyance for still being singing.

"Please, do come in!" And here, he stepped aside to allow Ludwig to enter into the relatively small space - he hadn't asked for a large office, and it was made smaller by the fact that he'd set up a table (so it would be less formal, with them on either side of his desk) and chairs - not to mention the samovar and sundry other cooking apparatuses, all with various things simmering. Luck would have it that they were all ready, but able enough to sit until they were wanted.